Sam and Pansy are finally in the same city. Can they finishing figuring out how they can have two careers in two places while being together?


BabyGirl: You busy?
FlyBoy: Just got out of my meetings for the day
BabyGirl: Get pizza on your way home
FlyBoy: I hate eating pizza alone
BabyGirl: Who says you will be alone?
FlyBoy: Last time I checked, we were not on the same side of the pond
BabyGirl: Just get the bloody pizza from Mario and come to my flat
FlyBoy: You're home?!
BabyGirl: Not telling. Just get that bloody fine arse of yours to my flat with pizza
FlyBoy: Yes, ma'am

Sam knocked on the door to Pansy's apartment and prayed. He really hoped he had not read that last set of messages wrong.

"What have we here?" Sam opened his eyes to a beautiful sight, Pansy standing in her doorway. "A flyboy with food. Just what I was looking for."

Sam walked through the door and dropped a kiss on Pansy's cheek. "A certain witch demanded my presence and pizza. So, I obliged."

"A certain witch is happy to be home." Pansy pointed to the low table in front of her sofa. "Put down the pizza and greet me properly. It has been too long since I last saw you."

Sam set what he was carrying on the low table in her sitting room and grabbed her hand as she tried to sweep by. "Sweetness, when did you get home?'

Pansy shrugged and let Sam pull her into his arms. "About two hours ago. I took the first portkey I could buy."

"I have missed you." Sam wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head under his chin. "Potter is a beast and M makes meetings last forever. I thought Fury was bad, but now I am not so sure."

"What are you doing working with Harry? And who is M?" Pansy's voice was muffled by Sam's chest. "What exactly have you been up to while I was at the beck and call of Madame Quahog?"

"I might have figured out a way to spend part of my year in London for work." Sam let Pansy pull back so she could look at him. "S.H.I.E.L.D., MI-6, MACUSA and the Ministry want to establish a joint task force to be manned by Non-Mag and Mag alike, including a few superheros."

"How in the world is that going to work?" Pansy ran a finger along the stubble on Sam's cheek. "The Ministry has trouble going a week without two department throwing a tantrum like a bloody two year old. How are they going to work with three other organizations that are just as bad?"

"By giving me a headache every damn day." Sam sighed and let his forehead rest on hers. "Potter and I seem to be the only sane ones in the room most days. If we can get this worked out, I will be spending six months a year as the S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison in London and Banner will take the other six months, if Nat lets him."

"Which six months?" Pansy nipped at the stubble on Sam's jaw. "I might have found a place to start a second storefront. I need a little time to plan and get my new calendars set in my diaries…"

"I have no idea yet." Sam ran his fingers through Pansy's hair as she continued to trail kisses over his skin. "I think we might have something better to talk about right now. Work can wait."

Ginny: Where are you?
Pansy: In my happy place
Ginny: Is that Sam?
Pansy: Like I said
Ginny: London or DC?
Pansy: Ask Harry. I think he spends more time with FlyBoy than any other bloody person
Ginny: How was your trip?
Pansy: Good. I may have a few more stateside clients now. And this …

Ginny: Bloody hell Parkinson
Pansy: I signed the lease before I left. I'm buying it as soon as I get the chance
Ginny: Where is it?
Pansy: DC
Ginny: Does Sam know?
Pansy: Not yet. He fell asleep before I could tell him
Ginny: You know he has to be back at the meetings in a few hours
Pansy: I'll steal every bloody minute I can get
Ginny: Don't blame you. Cuddle in and enjoy your nap
Pansy: I don't nap
Ginny: Are you sure about that?

Sam watched Pansy sleep. She had gotten up at some point during the night and texted with someone on her phone. The light had woken him up but he chose to keep his eyes shut and pretend to sleep and see what she would do. His patience was rewarded when she snuggled back into him and fell back asleep.

He had cursed, quietly, when his alarm went off at 6 am. He had another series of meetings to attend with Potter today. He would rather stay in bed and watch Pansy sleep, but he needed to get this deal done.

Sam got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Muttering to himself, Sam turned on the water in the shower. "Time to get a shower and get ready for the day. Potter will be here soon. The sooner we go, the sooner I come home."

Twenty minutes later, Sam was dressed and reaching for his identification from the bag he had brought with him the night before. The feel of velvet brought his hand to a stop. "Maybe I have one more thing to do before I go to work."

Sam tiptoed into Pansy's room and settled on the edge of the bed beside her. "Wake up, Sweetness, I have something to ask."

Pansy grumbled as she snuggled deeper into the covers. "Too early. Come back to bed. Someone kept me up all night, FlyBoy."

Sam kissed Pansy's forehead. "Sweetness, you can go back to sleep after I leave. I have to go to work with Harry now but I have a question to ask first."

Pansy put her hand on Sam's leg and tried to hide her head under the covers. "I am too tired for this. Go play with the boys. Bring me Thai food when you are done…"

"Sweetness, answer one question and I'll let you sleep." Sam picked up Pansy's hand and slid something cold over the tip of her finger. "Pansy Parkinson, open up those big green eyes for me. Come on now, Baby Girl."

Pansy blinked a few times as she sat up. "Sam Wilson, this had better be the bloody end of the world. Do not wake me up before the sun is above the horizon and expect me to be happy … What have you done?"

Sam lifted Pansy's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Sunlight flashed off the ring he had wiggled onto her finger as she had been fussing.

"Marry me, Sweetness. Help me figure out how we can be two places at once. Come fly with me…"

Old Man: Is that what I think it is?
FlyBoy: Depends on what you think it is
Old Man: So she's back in London?
FlyBoy: Yup
Old Man: Does she know what she's getting into?
FlyBoy: I am definitely getting the better end of the deal
Old Man: I'm not so sure of that. Have you met her when she's mad?
FlyBoy: The way her eyes flash when she pulls out her wand …
Old Man: You've got it bad
FlyBoy: Maybe
Old Man: So, when's the wedding?
FLyBoy: Give me more than 5 minutes … she's sleeping and I have to get back to work
Old Man: Are you sure she was awake when you ask?
FlyBoy: Yup … It's why I'm late for this round of meetings
Old Man: Really?
FlyBoy: Maybe … get your tux ready
Old Man: What? What are you planning?
FlyBoy: Besides sharing this new job with you and the Big Guy? I might just need someone to stand up with me.

Ginny: What is that?
Luna: That looks shinny
Hermione: It is two in the morning … why are you awake?
Pansy: It is only 2 am where you are the rest of us have to go to work
Luna: That looks a lot like …
Ginny: Someone asked her a question
Hermione: Is that a diamond on your finger?
Pansy: Maybe
Luna: Someone definitely asked a question
Ginny: I think that smile tells us what the answer is
Pansy: Bloody hell, can you all not be weird?
Luna: You have met me before?
Ginny: I did used to hate your guts
Hermione: I think I could see that thing from this side of the pond
Pansy: Go fuck yourself … expect owls in the next few days …
Ginny: Ooooo … someone needs a nap
Luna: I get owls all the time
Hermione: Just send mine by Floo
Pansy: You crazy bloody bitches need to learn how to behave
Hermione: Why?
Ginny: Never
Luna: I always do
Pansy: Welcome to the bridal party ladies … Binder for planning will be there soon
Ginny: What?
Hermione: When?
Luna: Are you sure about this? Did you see the last thing Gin planned?